The Hidden Danger of Pinball

This has been a great week. Several amazing things have happened and I unfortunately can’t talk about several of them yet (don’t you hate it when people say that?). Bloglines continues to get great press and grow like crazy. We’ve added several servers recently to keep up with demand, including a couple more web servers this past week. It’s a good problem to have. The current issue of Business Week has an article on RSS that mentions us, Your Online Paperboy.
But really what I want to talk about is a danger, a hidden danger. Of pinball machines. I’ve wanted a pinball machine for several years, and I finally got one, a Simpsons Pinball Party machine. It’s great. I’ve had it for about 30 hours now, and I’ve played it a lot. So much so that my forearms are now sore from hitting the flippers. Not sore in a ‘he’s a weak little girly man’ kind of sore, although that’s certainly true. Sore in the ‘hey, that feels like the onset of carpal tunnel’ kind of sore. I’ve been typing pretty much every day for over 20 years now, and have always taken steps (successfully) to ensure that I don’t get carpal tunnel. Yet, all of that effort was wiped away in just a few short hours.
For those who don’t know me, the above paragraph was written mostly tongue in cheek. Mostly.